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Immia - The Catalyst Storm

Some of the hardest people to deal with are the ones who “do things for you” only so they can hold power over your head later. They show up helpful. Polite. Nice—at first. Not because they care, but because they’re setting the stage so they don’t have to be later. That kind of dynamic creates a quiet trap. You start cutting pieces of yourself away to appease their warped sense of hierarchy—because they believe they deserve that position. In their mind, they become the “big tough one,” the authority, the one who gets to decide what you’re allowed to do or be. From there, everything turns into drama, trauma, and manufactured suffering—stuff they feel entitled to dump onto you as well. I wrote a song about this once, but I’ve lived it, too. There were people I stayed close to for years, not because I chose them, but because I didn’t feel like I had a choice. Growing up taught me something important: who I wanted to be inside mattered far more than fitting into any environment that required me to shrink. I also learned that “social awkwardness” isn’t always about you. Sometimes it’s about being surrounded by people who don’t actually fit anywhere themselves—and project that discomfort outward. That’s the real awkwardness. When a grown adult could choose growth, honesty, or accountability—but instead chooses dysfunction and drama because it makes them feel superior—that’s not confidence. That’s bullying dressed up as authority. They’re “nice” only because it gives them justification to be cruel later. Because they have no real personality that would create anything else in their life. Someone once told me I was “wearing out my welcome.” Who fit into that category of faulty personality/character structure. The funny thing is? They were right. I was wearing out my welcome. Because my personality was to big for the box they wanted me to stay in. So... I chose myself. I chose being heard over conforming. I chose self-respect over compliance. I chose my worth over their approval. And in environments that are built on you losing yourself, you eventually realize—you never belonged there in the first place. What’s truly frustrating is dealing with people who can’t just admit they don’t like you. Instead, they manipulate, belittle, and try to make you feel small—all while carefully maintaining the image of being “the better person.” They might be kind for five seconds. Then unbearable the rest of the time. Because they’re uncomfortable in their own skin. Because they’re never settled. Because they’re constantly scrambling to control their environment before it collapses on them. And that’s when it clicks: you didn’t fail to belong. You simply refused to be sorted into someone else’s mess. So yes— I’d rather wear out my welcome if it means I don’t have to stay where I don’t fit. You can't force a square peg into a round hole forever. You recognize it doesn’t belong there—and you move on. What’s old and worn out doesn’t need to be carried by me anymore either. This song feels like its own Synthfire and Electronic hurricane. I love the way it instilled the game effects i wanted without overdoing it. 😍 "The Catalyst Storm." You don’t want me to win— because you never wanted me to begin at anything. I’ve always been your greatest fear, the unwelcome shadow of all that could appear. Just admit you don’t like me. Just admit you wish I’d never existed. It would’ve been easier— than facing the twisted truths you’ve resisted. I’m not lost within the veil of your storms; I’ve always belonged to myself, a catalyst reborn. I wasn’t your punching bag, nor the doormat for your pain. I am my own sovereign soul, born beyond your shame’s domain. I’d rather wear out my welcome than prove myself to you. I’d rather wear out my welcome if it means finding truth. I’d rather wear out my welcome than stay in a place I never belonged. I’d rather wear out my welcome than lose the voice of my own song. I’d rather wear out my welcome I’d rather wear out my welcome I’d rather wear out my welcome I’d rather wear out my welcome I’m not lost within the veil of your storms; I’ve always belonged to myself, a catalyst reborn. I’d rather wear out my welcome when I never meaned anything to you.. I’d rather wear out my welcome, how could you demand so much from my life.. yet never believe in me beyond your own narrow sight? I'd rather wear out my welcome, im not your puppet to put on display.. I am the force in your story— the one you can't Change